Chapter 850

"You must think clearly, if you confess the facts, your family might still have a chance to survive. If you don't confess, not only will you be subjected to death by a thousand cuts, but your family, parents, wife, and children will all be implicated and beheaded. None will be spared! From now on, your Liu family will have no descendants."

For the vast majority of people, the greatest terror is not death, because death is common and they are already numb to it. The greatest terror is 'having no descendants'!

Once the words 'no descendants' were spoken, their lethality was enough to destroy a person.

However, after Liu Qinghuan heard this, he laughed loudly.

"Destroying my Liu family in exchange for thousands upon thousands of families, in exchange for eternal peace. I am willing!"

He looked at Chen Guanlou with firm and fearless eyes!

Chen Guanlou:...

Feeling like a clown.

Zhang Daohe, this scourge, has harmed people deeply!

He is quite good at fooling people.

"Admirable!" He gave a thumbs up, "Deacon Liu, with this willpower, even if you don't become a cult bandit, you could achieve something in other industries. Hey, what a pity!"

"You don't understand, naturally you feel it's a pity for me. However, I know clearly what I am doing, and I also know what price I will pay. As long as I can overthrow the imperial court and kill all of you officials, I am willing!"

"Killing officials and rebelling, killing officials and rebelling, how many years have you been saying this, how many times have you cult bandits rebelled? The people above you are all immersed in luxury, while the cult members below suffer and toil, being exploited and plundered, even more ruthlessly than the government. Are you sure such an organization can open up eternal peace? I don't think you look stupid, can't you figure out such a simple truth?"

Chen Guanlou was truly curious.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes were firm and his gaze was clear; he looked like a person with a brain, a person who knew how to think, so why would he believe such absurd lies of the Bai Lian Cult.

"Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen, no need to say more, I know what you want to say. I have also been confused, and I have also doubted. But later I figured it out, for someone from a poor background like me, being able to read and write, receive education, and have a skill to support my family, all depends on the support of the cult.

The Bai Lian Cult may have many shortcomings, and in some aspects, it may even be worse than the government. However, at least it can give poor people a glimmer of comfort in despair, and at least it truly gave poor people a chance. It's better than you officials, who keep saying you are seeking welfare for the people, but in reality, you are engaging in petty schemes and cruelly abusing the people. Which is good and which is bad, can be summed up in one word!"

Liu Qinghuan was very angry.

Not because his faith was slandered, but because he was angry at his own powerlessness.

He clenched his fists and hammered the ground.

"I only hate that there was a traitor in the cult, causing heavy losses this time. However, the imperial court will never be able to wipe out the Bai Lian Cult. In a few years, the brothers and sisters in the cult will spread across the world again. Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen, can you kill them all? Hahaha..."

Chen Guanlou looked at the other party going crazy with a calm expression. After the other party's laughter stopped, he said: "You have your cult, I have my Dao. As for me, I just came down to take a look and persuade you by the way. If you listen to persuasion, everyone is happy. If you are unwilling to listen, it doesn't matter.

I don't care about your life or death. I care even less about the future of your cult. Deacon Liu, I respect you as a man, and in the coming days, I will instruct the prison guards to take good care of you. The old rules, if you want to avoid torture, pay money. With money, everything is easy to talk about. Regardless of status, in this place of the Heavenly Prison, everything must be done according to the rules. Do you understand?"

Liu Qinghuan was clearly a bit stunned, not expecting the topic to turn so unexpectedly, "Pay money?"

"Yes, pay money. When you were locked in, did no one tell you?"

"Told, told!" A prison guard on the side hurriedly stood out to deny it; when it comes to money, they would definitely say it. They could forget their own mother, but they couldn't forget money.

Liu Qinghuan sneered, "Crows are black all over the world, this saying is truly not deceiving."

"Crows are black by nature, why would anyone expect crows to be white. Simply naive! Deacon Liu, you are an old hand, you should agree with what I said, right."

Liu Qinghuan heard this, laughed at himself, and nodded, "Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen's words are reasonable. One shouldn't have had extravagant hopes from the beginning. Alas, my pockets are empty, I only have a small amount of money."

"With less money, there is care for less money, and with more money, there is care for more money. As long as you pay, everything is easy to talk about. Specifically, you can negotiate with the prison guards. Today, while I am here, if you have any requests, you can take the opportunity to bring them up. I don't guarantee that I will agree to everything, but I can guarantee that I will give you an accurate answer right now, without letting you wait bitterly."

Chen Guanlou's words were the truth.

In this place of the Heavenly Prison, he had the final say; if he said it could be done, it would definitely be done. If it couldn't be done, even if the Heavenly King came, it couldn't be done.

Liu Qinghuan also understood this point, didn't act coy, and took the opportunity to say: "I don't care about being subjected to death by a thousand cuts. But for those brothers and sisters of mine, I hope you can give them a quick death."

"This matter is simple, I guarantee to give them a quick death. To tell you the truth, in the whole capital, the executioners who can perform death by a thousand cuts, counting them all, do not exceed five. Even so, it's not guaranteed that the prisoner can be made to last three days without dying. Death by a thousand cuts is a technical job, without years of practice, it can't be done. So, even if you fight for death by a thousand cuts, the imperial court can't produce so many executioners to satisfy your wishes."

Hearing this, Liu Qinghuan clearly breathed a sigh of relief, looking relieved.

Chen Guanlou was a bit curious, "Are you really not afraid of death by a thousand cuts?"

Even the Great Ming Prince, upon learning of death by a thousand cuts, would occasionally show a look of terror. How could a small Liu Qinghuan be so calm?

"What is there to fear!" Liu Qinghuan looked fearless, "Could it be that Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen is afraid of death by a thousand cuts?"

"Of course I am afraid." Chen Guanlou didn't feel ashamed, and frankly admitted his fear of death by a thousand cuts, "I am afraid of death, let alone death by a thousand cuts."

Liu Qinghuan was very surprised.

In this day and age, people must never frankly admit that they are afraid of death; that is a manifestation of cowardice and timidity. Even if they are afraid of death in their hearts, they must act fearless on the surface to be considered a man. Otherwise, they would be ridiculed and mocked by those around them, and labeled as a coward.

This was the first time he saw someone frankly admit they were afraid of death, without any concealment. As if being afraid of death was a very natural thing, as common as drinking water and eating.

"None of you are afraid of death, it's truly admirable!" Chen Guanlou gave a thumbs up sincerely.

Little did he know, Liu Qinghuan also wanted to give him a thumbs up.

Being able to frankly admit one's fear is in itself a very courageous act. Not caring about worldly eyes, not caring about others' evaluations, living freely and self-centeredly, it's truly enviable!

His eyes exposed his inner thoughts.

Chen Guanlou was first surprised, "You envy me?"

Then he showed a sudden realization expression, "Of course you envy me. My job, although the status is not high, I am never short of money. People who envy me can line up from here to the city gate."